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Show -269 invisible slope to the sea, crying all the way. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I said. "I don't think so." "We mustn't panic," I said. "We have to think this thing through and look carefully at the consequences." He got up and walked carefully to the fence; we looked down together at the black rocks and the waves jumping ashore "Well?" I said. "Well what?" "Pay attention," I said. "It's your future I'm talking about here. Do you want to be locked up in Salem with the crazies? What do you think will happen if Brady finds out?" He turned his head and I was struck by how birdlike his face was in this light-bright, black, bird's eyes, a slightly beaky but well-formed nose, the curly hair like a cap of small feathers. "Being locked up might not be the end of the world," he said. "I'd have all that time to think. Maybe I'd become a famous prison-poet, or an underground saint like Genet. There might be interesting people inside." "A priest who was a friend of mine took me on a visit to a crazy-house once," I said. "His idea was to show me that everything is vanity. I didn't learn that lesson, but I did see one thing clearly: being mad is not a higher form of sanity. The place wasn't filled with poets and |